A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 724 The Eve
Professor McGonagall did not appear for a while.She is not surprised by Felix's behavior of making some noise from time to time, and they have long discussed the possibility of incorporating Felix's magic into the school, but they failed to convince the Sorting Hat at that time.Therefore, she calmly comforted some of the frightened teachers and students before returning to the principal's office.

Felix was sitting on the sofa, and his position didn't seem to change - except for the rune book he was holding in his hand, which he was reading with gusto.

Professor McGonagall looked at him with scrutiny, and then asked, "A lot of gains?"

"Yes," Felix said with a smile, "it has broadened my thinking and gained a lot of knowledge. Although I still didn't have a word with the four founders in the end, it seems that I have really swam together." He said After a pause, she said with a little embarrassment, "Minerva, there is something you'd better know..."

"You took one-third of the school's magic power?" Professor McGonagall shouted.Felix nodded obediently, indicating that she heard correctly.After repeated confirmation, Professor McGonagall had to accept this reality, and she asked calmly, "Will it affect the school?"

"A little bit, but it won't interfere with the school's daily magical operations, heck, I think - the armor and statues in the castle will be quiet for a while, sorry for ruining your Christmas plans..."

Professor McGonagall glanced over sharply, but his voice stammered: "You know?"

"'Stone Dancers' is a good name for the spell that controls them."

Professor McGonagall looked at him expressionlessly, her mouth was tightly pursed, and her continuously bending and stretching knuckles showed that she was not in a calm mood at the moment, and it seemed that she might rush over to pinch him desperately at any time.

Felix looked at it and quickly made up for it:

"...It wasn't intentional. When I put the Sorting Hat back, I glanced at it. I believe that no matter who you are, you will take a second look at the comic strips in the pile of documents on the table..." Then he said with a smile: " Minerva, this is the first time I know that you can draw. If I were to comment, I would say that you are very expressive."

Professor McGonagall opened his mouth and decided not to dwell on this topic.She concentrated her attention, and then asked: "You need magic power very much? The current magic power is not enough?" While speaking, she suddenly glanced at Felix's rune book, and the thin pages of the book were filled with palpitating violet With ice-blue magic power, a small pocket snake swims happily around, its silver transparent body floating up and down in the pages of the book.

"If it's just a prepared battle, it's enough, but I want to do something else along the way," Felix put his hand on his chin, thinking, "I'm not sure if it will be possible, after all, it can't be true." Carry out mass murder."

"Do something else? It's—"

"We have drawn so many big pies, at least one must be realized, and at the same time it is to prove to the world that wizards have a way out at any time, and what they value is far less important than imagined."

"What do you mean?" Professor McGonagall asked in a low voice.

"land."

They were silent for nearly a minute. Phineas Black's portrait on the wall stroked his goatee and said, "I can tell you that you want to be a hero alone."

"Any advice?" Felix asked politely.

"There are no high opinions, but there are a lot of low opinions," Blake's portrait said sarcastically, "Leave out the process of proving you're a fool, and I'll just say the conclusion—" He suddenly grabbed the picture frame and yelled, "Boy, you can't Do it! You are the most famous archmage since Salazar Slytherin!"

"Speaking of the Archmage, Tom Riddle—"

"Let him go!"

"And Merlin—"

"Fuck his Merlin!" said the portrait of Black gruffly. "That's what Gryffindors do, but you're a Slytherin. We're brave, but not stupid, understand? There's no need to stand alone, at least Take a bunch of people, like those reckless Gryffindors and silly Hufflepuffs..."

The remarks immediately drew protests from several other college principals.Felix was deeply worried. If he hung on the wall one day, he would naturally be in the same camp as Principal Black.Thinking of this terrifying scene, he hurriedly said: "No one should know the original intentions of the four founders better than me. I just talked with the Sorting Hat, remember?"

The headmaster portraits stopped and looked at him intently.

"Is sorting useful? It is useful. It allows us to better find our companions and discover our inner noble qualities-of course there is more than one quality that can be called noble. In general, some people are successful and some are not. ...and when the seven years of study are over, we will be tempered in a much more complicated environment than school."

"Don't forget, people will change. Think about how many seven years there are in your life - if you still have a chance to wear the sorting hat when you are [-] years old, where will it put you? Of course, as far as I am It doesn’t make much sense anymore.”

The portraits looked at Dumbledore. If there is anyone who has been sorted after the age of one hundred, Dumbledore must be the most famous one.

"It really doesn't mean much," said Dumbledore on the canvas. "It's only when you're young that you have infinite possibilities, and you put Salazar Slytherin, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenc Law or Godric Gryffindor as a goal to strive for, when we are old, we will only be ourselves."

The circular office was silent for a while.Professor McGonagall blew his nose. "Okay, okay, I'll give you time to debate, Albus, there are things you should have told me while you were alive..."

She regained her composure and said seriously to Felix: "We have to prepare as much as possible and go all out. There won't be too much time left for us. I believe you need time to digest..." She said loudly Stepping to the desk, he took out a photo album from the drawer.

Felix looked at her in amazement.

"Don't you need magic power?" Professor McGonagall explained while turning the pages: "What better place than other magic schools that are also world-renowned? Thanks to this photo album, I know enough about other schools. I happen to know that some schools have similar defensive measures to Hogwarts, such as Beauxbatons..."

Professor McGonagall raised his head, looked at Felix who was stunned, and asked, "What's wrong?" Felix jokingly said, "Minerva, I really want to kiss you." Professor McGonagall blushed. glared at him.

……

In mid-December, there were several snowfalls at Hogwarts, and the Black Lake was covered with thick ice.Some of the students were trudging through the snow on the grounds, preparing to take Care of Fantastic Beasts class, and they saw the hut that Professor Hype had built by the lake from a distance.

Students have many speculations about this, but none of them has been confirmed, and the professors in the school are also secretive.The more widely circulated story is that Professor Hype was trying to strategize for the exercise a week later - yes, from nowhere, people called the visible conflict an 'exercise'.

"Actually, it's just a fig leaf." A boy said with a serious expression, "My father wrote to me and told me that anyone with a brain should support Professor Haipu, the International Federation of Wizards, oh, and the International Pan-Magical Union— "

"So you put a bouquet of flowers at the professor's door?" Another student teased, "Not only were you imprisoned, but you were also beaten all over the head by a Xixiu?"

The boy blushed, "I put a greeting card! A greeting card!"

The students around him laughed, but they looked at the hut by the black lake with awe-inspiring eyes, but this awe did not last long, a round, fluffy black-leather Nixiu rushed towards the students , waving a small glowing stick in his little hand, babbling in his mouth.

"Run!" one student yelled, and then ran away, and the rest of the students quickly followed.But some people stayed behind, mostly girls, with eager expressions on their faces.

Varen blinked his dark eyes, excited.This week, the big devil is busy with business, and he doesn't even have time to play cards. Only Harry, Hermione, Ron and the others will come here specially, and Luna, but even Varen doesn't know if she is lost. .In short, life is very boring, but fortunately, it has found a new pastime for itself.

Varun was wearing an exquisite cloak, standing on the boulder by the lake and waving it imposingly.In an instant, the snow was rolling, and snowmen of snow and snow jumped out one after another, rushing forward behind Varun. The students who had stayed on the spot before had already been waiting in full force, their eyes gleaming with excitement. The ball flew wildly, and there was constant laughter and cursing.

Ten minutes later, the burly Hagrid stood in front of the house and yelled at them.

The battle was forced to stop, and both sides put on a victorious momentum, and agreed to fight another day.Warren walked towards the edge of the black lake with bold and high-spirited steps. As he walked, he found that his feet were empty and was lifted up.

Varen turned his head and opened his mouth to Hermione who was approaching on tiptoe, and Hermione smiled.

"Come on, let's go to class together, Professor Slughorn misses you."

"Maybe he found that Niffler had more snacks in his pocket than he did." Ron muttered to the side, and Harry grinned, "But we have to admit, Professor Slughorn can always find a suitable excuse— —for what this time?" He turned to Hermione.

"Oh, I heard he found two hibernating dormouse in the pot," replied Hermione, grinning.

"Why, does Varen want to incorporate them?" Harry asked in surprise, and Varen barked at him.

They walked towards the castle, occasionally stopping on the stone steps to look at the huts covered by the wind and snow by the black lake, and silently stopped talking.At the gate of the castle, Harry suddenly said, "I'm going to follow Mr. Doge's advice."

"What?" Ron asked then.

"graduation trip."

"Oh, you said that," said Ron slowly, "I'm not sure... a few months should be fine, but... Hermione, what about you?"

Hermione shook her head.

"I should go directly to the Ministry of Magic, as soon as I graduate. Ms. Burns said that there is a shortage of manpower-people who know both sides well. My plan is to stay in the Ministry of Magic for a few years, and then find opportunities to transfer and go out. Take a look around. The "Confederation and Alliance Charter" mentions many departments that are still in preparation, and I think the observer of the Pan-Magical Alliance is very suitable for me..."

Ron stroked his chin.

"So one of you will go abroad first and then return to China, and the other will be ready to go abroad at any time."

"Pretty well summed up," said Harry.

No one mentioned the possibility of accidents, and as if confident in the future, they entered the castle and glanced inside as they passed the Great Hall, where the fires for warmth were burning and the twelve Christmas trees stood erect.Harry glanced at the empty table, which would soon be filled with fat roast turkeys, hills of roast meat and boiled potatoes, delicious little sausages, buttery peas, thick gravy and lingonberry sauce. ...

And of course the Christmas crackers, Harry recalled the scene of the last Christmas dinner:

He and Ron drew sailor hats, which were far less brilliant than the tiger fur and parrot hats they wore, and then he thought of the two people who were destined to not be able to attend this Christmas, wearing deer hats, smiling and urging people to eat more Dumbledore from my son, and Grindelwald who got the red Santa hat, when he was still pretending to be Professor Bagshot...

……

Felix was lying on the simple cot, in a state of almost half-dream, staring at the thick and colorful rune book supported by a mass of soft violet light and ice blue light.A little snake swims among the pages—

That was his Patronus, the new Patronus.

(End of this chapter)